Fate

From the words and deeds just now, Xu Yuan had vaguely guessed the identity of the old man named Nameless, but when it was really confirmed, he was still somewhat complicated.

Among the internal references of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there are almost no records about the old man Nameless, but there are many traces of the grandfather's records.

I don't know if the truth has been tampered with, but the grandfather in the records was an out-and-out tyrant, a tyrant who acted arbitrarily and violently.

But looking at the old man in front of him who was awkward and reserved, even with a hint of fawning, it was really hard for Xu Yuan to connect him with the former Feng Family tyrant.

After Xu Yuan and Ran Qingmo sat down, Feng Yuanqin was still standing aside, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth in the room, as if he was looking for something to entertain his grandson. However, after looking around, he found that apart from some recreational books, there were only old furniture in the whole room.

The eyes covered by the snow-colored eyebrows were slightly downcast, but then, Feng Yuanqin smiled softly and said in a very soft voice:

"I don't have anything to entertain you here, so just sit here for a while."

After hearing this, Xu Yuan silently took out some tea sets from Sumeru Ring and placed them on the coffee table in front of him, but they were all mortal things.

The tea is Xilong Lake's red-robed sencha. It is very fragrant, but it does not contain spiritual energy. The fire for boiling water is also lit with fire sticks. The whole process does not use any spiritual energy.

Just the leakage of some spiritual energy made Feng Yuanqin strike the terrifying claw just now. If he were given spiritual tea to drink, it might really cause trouble.

Even after confirming his identity, Xu Yuan did not let down his guard against the old man.

After staring at Xu Yuan making tea for a few seconds, Feng Yuanqin's eyes hidden in the snow-colored eyebrows unconsciously revealed a hint of reminiscence. He sat silently opposite Xu Yuan and said softly:

"You and Qian'er are really alike."

Xu Yuan paused while fiddling with the tea set, then raised his eyes and glanced at the old man opposite:

"What does it look like?"

Feng Yuanqin said softly:

"The action of making tea, and the character, the same care, the same prudence. When that girl came to see me before, she would also light a fire with a fire stick."

Speaking of this, he looked a little gentle. "However, the tea she makes is much better than your Xilong Sencha."

Xu Yuan is slightly interested in:

"Oh? Mother, what kind of tea does she usually drink here?"

"Li Family special supply Heavenly Clear Fragrance."

"Poor, can't afford it."

"." Feng Yuanqin.

After a while, the clear spring water in the teapot began to make a gurgling boiling sound.

Iron cups, warm pots, add tea, rinse and brew, and divide cups.

After expertly completing a set of tea art procedures, Xu Yuan gently placed the first cup of steaming fragrant tea in front of Feng Yuanqin with a clip.

The faint scent of tea spreads in the dim room.

Feng Yuanqin Wrinkled hands gently rubbed the cup wall, feeling the hot warmth on it, and subconsciously whispered:

"The heat for this tea is a bit too low. If you boil it for a little while, the flavor will be just right, and the flavor will be light and fragrant. And"

Xu Yuan paused to add tea to Ran Qingmo, rolled his eyes, and interrupted:

"You can choose not to drink."

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Hearing this, Feng Yuanqin immediately smiled coquettishly, stopped talking, and silently picked up the tea cup and gently tasted the fragrant and astringent taste of the tea.

The small room fell into silence for a while. Ran Qingmo kept drinking tea. She didn't know how to drink tea. As soon as it was given to her, she picked it up and drank it in one gulp. Xu Yuan and Feng Yuanqin were drinking tea while chatting.

Most of the time it was Feng Yuanqin who took the initiative to stir up the topic.

But it's a pity that, just like the generation gap between elders and younger generations in the world, they basically say a word or two before the room falls into silence, racking their brains to bring up a new topic, and then the silence continues.

During the conversation, the doubts in Xu Yuan's heart gradually dissipated.

Prime Minister's Mansion's internal reference records about this grandfather are not false.

Although Feng Yuanqin was very cautious when he spoke, for fear of offending his grandson and causing him to leave in a hurry, the condescension that was occasionally revealed in his words also revealed that the old man had once gone his own way.

Very contradictory.

After brewing the fragrant tea, the words fell completely silent. Xu Yuan was cleaning the tea set slowly. The old man opposite looked at his actions and suddenly whispered:

"Changtian, how about letting grandpa cook the tea next time?"

"Huh?"

Xu Yuan murmured in slight surprise, and subconsciously raised his eyes to glance at the old man opposite him, only to see a trace of unknown expectation in his old and turbid eyes.

Seeing this, he was puzzled, but then Xu Yuan sighed silently in his heart.

I thought he was leaving.

So I used this method to make him stay for a while.

It's clumsy, but inexplicably sad.

Pushing the washed tea set over, Xu Yuan chuckled, "Of course, I remember that grandpa you seemed to like drinking tea very much before, but do you still remember it after decades?"

Feng Yuanqin was obviously relieved, smoothed his white beard, and said with a confident smile:

"Don't worry, my grandpa was called the Saint of Tea back then. I taught your mother her tea art. If you are interested,"

"Farewell, I'm just arty."

"Oh, that's right."

Feng Yuanqin heard this and did not try to persuade him again. He had already seen from the conversation just now that his grandson's temper was not very good.

Thinking in his mind, Feng Yuanqin took the tea set, a smile filling his heart.

Let him have his temper.

Haha, very good, very good.

Feng Yuanqin's reputation as a former tea sage is not in vain.

The same Xilong Sencha, brewed with the same clear spring water, but the fragrant tea made by grandpa is much better than the one he made.

Even Big Ice Block, who doesn't understand tea art at all, couldn't help but let out a soft "huh" after taking a sip.

Seeing the reactions of the two juniors, Feng Yuanqin smiled happily and said in a low voice:

"It seems that my old man's craftsmanship has not deteriorated. Even if this tea was Li Huanzhong back then, if you want to drink it, it depends on my mood. Changtian If you want to drink it, come to grandpa. Grandpa will make it specially for you."

Li Huanzhong, the former emperor, Li Yaoxuan's father.

With that said, Feng Yuanqin added another cup to Xu Yuan, hesitated again and again, and asked softly:

"Changtian, why did you come to see grandpa this time?"

As the former head of the Feng Family, even though he has not seen the light of day for decades, his vision of being in a high position for a long time has not changed.

Xu Yuan raised his eyes to look at him and said softly:

"Today is the first day of the new year."

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Hearing this date, Feng Yuanqin's old eyes dropped for a few breaths before he whispered softly:

"Is it already the New Year's holiday again? How many years is it now Jiajing outside?"

"Forty-seven years."

"It's been seventeen years"

Feng Yuanqin gently wiped the linen gray clothes on his body with his rough fingertips, looked at Xu Yuan, and asked softly:

"Qian'er How is she these years?"

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Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and said nothing after hearing this.

Looking at his grandson's silence, Feng Yuanqin seemed to understand something. He raised his hand and pressed his old face:

"I've told you a long time ago that these things are untouchable, so why do you risk the world's disapproval? What a silly girl."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan said softly:

"You don't hate your mother?"

His mother and uncle rebelled against his grandfather.

"Hate"

Feng Yuanqin unconsciously fiddled with the tea set in front of him, with a hint of complexity in his voice:

"Of course I hate it. I've been sorry to many people in my life, but I can only be sorry for your mother and uncle, and they betrayed me because of an outsider."

Saying that, Feng Yuanqin smiled slightly:

"But after so many years, even the deepest hatred has been dissipated. Besides, I should be responsible for the actions of your mother and uncle."

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Not only did he say that he was worthy of having an heir, but he also said that he was the one to blame.

Listening to these contradictory words, Xu Yuan looked a little confused.

Feng Yuanqin glanced at Xu Yuan opposite and chuckled:

"It seems that your father has erased that incident from the annals of history. Yes, this kind of thing itself is not glorious, and it is somewhat bad for the younger members of the family to know about it."

Xu Yuan asked softly:

"Can you tell me?"

"I want to hear a story"

There was some tenderness in Feng Yuanqin's eyes, and then he sighed softly, "But there is nothing much to tell about this story. To put it simply, your mother, your uncle, and your father took advantage of my breakthrough to the realm of saints to besiege me and put me under house arrest. They seized Feng Family power, and then announced that I had passed away due to the backlash of breaking the saint."

Thirty years ago, he was about to break the Saint. No wonder in <Cangyuan>, when we meet again, this grandpa is able to break through the hundred level.

Thoughts flashed across his mind, Xu Yuan gathered his thoughts, looked at the old man opposite, and asked:

"Why?"

Why did his mother and uncle want to rebel against his grandfather?

Feng Yuanqin did not answer this question immediately. He gently rubbed his fingertips on the tea board for a long time before saying softly:

"Do you have any records about me in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

".?"

Xu Yuan didn't understand why grandpa suddenly said this, but he still said:

"Yes."

"Bad reputation?"

"Stop going your own way, and if you don't get your way, kill them."

"Oh, your father didn't deliberately discredit me."

Feng Yuanqin smiled, carefully filled Xu Yuan's tea cup, and whispered:

"Feng Family is a thousand-year-old Aristocratic Clan. The various branches in it are complicated. Capital City Long Family is a lesson learned if it is not handled well."

Saying that, Feng Yuanqin suddenly asked Xu Yuan:

"You should know about the Long Family, right? After the death of the head of the family, the heirs of several houses fought among themselves, and each of them was seriously injured. In the end, your father picked the peach.

"In the final analysis, this is because Old Man Long was too indecisive during his lifetime. He was not willing to gather power, was unwilling to kill people, and allowed his children to fight against each other.

"I, Feng Yuanqin, am different from that old man Long Tianyu. If the Millennium Aristocratic Clan wants to continue to grow, it must cold-bloodedly centralize power. Those who are useful will rise to power, and those who are in high positions but useless will be killed."

At this point, Feng Yuanqin clenched his hands tightly and said softly:

"In order to ensure the top secret of the information, I killed your mother's friends. In order to ensure your uncle's inheritance rights, I killed your restless uncles. In order to ensure the absolute power of the Feng Family head, I killed your grandmother and gathered Feng Family's relatives.

"These things may not be what your uncle and mother want, but I am indeed paving the way for them. When I am a hundred years from now, they will be able to take over a powerful Feng Family with concentrated power.

"This is Aristocratic Clan's fate, and until now I don't think I did anything wrong.

The old man's body trembled slightly, and his deep voice was hoarse:

"Changtian, under the control of power, blood is just inheritance, and family ties are never absolute."

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The warm yellow light from the only ever-burning oil lamp in the room shone on the old man's deep-set eye sockets, making his eyes hidden in the shadows and unable to see clearly. A silent aura spread across his rickety body.

Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and did not speak.

What this grandpa said is true.

Prime Minister's Mansion is a special case, Feng Family Long Family is the norm for the Aristocratic Clan. A single acre of land inheritance can make a farmer fight to the death, not to mention that this can interfere with the supreme power of the empire.

"Wow."

In silence, Feng Yuanqin straightened his clothes and robes. The aura on his body instantly subsided and he turned back into the cautious elder before. He said with a smile:

"Haha. Old man, I've gone too far. Changtian You don't have to worry too much. These are all things in the past.

"After all these years, old man, I have long since seen that the things a person only wants to do once in this world will eventually return to dust, and dust will return to dust."

Feng Yuanqin lowered his eyes and raised the porcelain cup in front of him, taking a sip:

"So, Changtian, you ask me if I hate your mother, and grandpa's answer is of course no. After all, she doesn't agree with what I do, so I can understand her resistance."

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment and asked softly:

"That mother died because of the sect."

Feng Yuanqin's white beard was soaked in tea, and his old voice was low and hoarse. "When your mother came to see me, she often told me, an old man, a lot about what she and your father were doing. I warned her, but she didn't listen. At that time, I told her that she had to bear the responsibility of the path she chose.

"So, don't think about asking me to come out to avenge her."

Speaking of which,

Feng Yuanqin smiled lowly and said half-jokingly:

"Old man, I hate your father the most, and there is no way your father will let me, the head of the Feng Family, go out."

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Silence.

Xu Yuan looked at the rickety figure of the old man opposite and nodded lightly.

The paving the way in the first few decades was not understood, and the subsequent decades of house arrest were scrutinized and reviewed.

The past has become empty, the blood of the heart has gone cold, Nameless has no hatred and no love.

"Stop talking about this."

Feng Yuanqin shook his head and asked softly, "Qian'er is gone, is Jiuxuan okay?"

Xu Yuan replied:

"Uncle, he is very good. The shock of Black Prison some time ago was caused by him fighting a saint."

"Oh, really?"

Feng Yuanqin had a look of relief in his eyes. "Except for your father, he has been the best among his generation since he was a child. With his current level of cultivation, I am afraid that the old man and I are no longer his enemy."

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After the conversation started, the grandfather and grandson talked about many, many things.

Feng Yuanqin listened quietly to Xu Yuan's narration, listened quietly to him talking about the adopted daughter of Qian'er, listened to him talk about the Prime Minister's Mansion's current prosperity, and listened to him tell the story of Chang'an's death.

Very calm, just as calm as when he heard that his daughter was dead, without any expression.

However, when Xu Yuan talked about the current situation in the world and the layout he wanted to plan, Feng Family, the former master of ZTE, carefully gave Xu Yuan some suggestions.

During the conversation, time passed by unconsciously.

When everything was over, Xu Yuan said goodbye and was getting up to leave, but was stopped by Feng Yuanqin.

Under Xu Yuan's slightly puzzled eyes, the old man slowly walked to his grandson's side and patted his shoulder with soft eyes:

"Changtian, if you have time, go and check out Resting Phoenix Mountain outside the ancestral land of the Feng Family."

twelve days